WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
The graduates of the Class of 1951 have
only one regret, that someone greater than we,
has called Jean Hathaway's warmth to Him.
But we still feel your presence, Jean; we still
see your smile; we still remember your enduring
friendship; and we dedicate the "Tattler" a his-
tory of our achievements together, to you.
It is our hope that this issue of the "Tattler"
will be the best in the history of Williamsburg
High School so that it will be worthy of serving
as a memorial to Mr. Edward Foster, con-
scientious public servant, patient teacher of the
youth, and dear and respected friend of all who
Williamsburg High School
Editor-in-Chief ........ Murilyn Graves
Assistant Editor Jane Smith
Business Manager Gilbert Sears
Assistants .... Bruce Purrington, Richard Houghton
Harry Pomeroy, Joan Culver, Gail Papineau
Literary Editor Dorothy Brewer
Assistant Betty Hathaway
Alumni Editor Joan Damon
Sports Editor Gilbert Sears
Assistant ... Marilyn Black
Artist Dorothy Brewer
Faculty Advisors . . Maria Lovechio, Frances Grinnell
Class Play 8
Senior Class Pictures . . 10
Class History 16
Class Will 17
Prophecy on Prophetess 23
Class Grinds 24
Class Statistics 26
Alumni Notes 42
ANNE T. DUNPHY
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
On June twenty-first of this eventful
year, the class of nineteen hundred
and fifty one will, for the last time as
a united class, walk into the high
school which for so many years has
stood as a beacon of success, and
there receive the reward for which its
members have conscientiously striven.
One by one as each is given the
diploma which will make him a high
school graduate, a future citizen of the
world, sorrow will grasp him because
even thouah his goal has been accom-
plished, each is leaving behind some
experience which can never be relived.
Indeed this has been a significant
and never to be forgotten year for the
students and all concerned with school
or community affairs. In the high
school this year was achieved a har-
mony between student and teacher, a
fellowship, never before felt to such a
degree, which enabled this school to
go ahead by leaps and bounds with
It has been a year of sorrow and
happiness, both deeply shared by all.
The death of an ever faithful senior
classmate, closely followed by that of
a beloved teacher, struck profoundly
at the hearts of each and every per-
son who knew them. National and in-
ternational affairs affected us as did
community problems; as the cold war
became a bloody reality and former
classmates joined the noble cause,
new anxiety as to the future, ours and
the world's, was added to the old.
But with these trials and tribulations
came joys! With the hiring of a new
faculty member and retaining of re-
spected older ones, a year of success-
ful school activities resulted from the
harmonious school spirit.
School became alive and intriguing
as larger and better assembly pro-
grams were carefully planned with
student and faculty participation.
Speakers representing various occupa-
tions and professions were obtained
whereby knowledge was extended in
many fields from nursing to library
Painless education was provided by
means of more frequent movies which
improved in interest. New instruments
and materials were bought when pos-
sible upon suggestions of students and
faculty so that classes meant excite-
ment rather than drudgery.
School spirit soared high in busses
to basketball games, on the basketball
floor, at parties, and debates. Instead
of the usual strife between classes,
there was a unification of goals as one
and all watched our school progress.
Probably the most notable headway
was made in sports. As the green
wave swept down the basketball year
with the record of eight wins and four
losses, the school experienced with it
a new achievement — that of true
school spirii. The majority of students
watched as the best coach of all times
at Williamsburg High School encour-
aged his boys to victory. At the end
of the season, praise well-deserved
was showered on the three factors re-
sponsible for a good year — the hard-
working coach, faithful players, and
roaring crowd backing them.
True, the school in the future will
see better years when new classrooms
are added, a new gymnasium is built,
excellent sports records are made and
debating plaques are hanging on the
wall; but we, the class of nineteen hun-
dred fifty one, will be able to say that
we were part of the beginning, and as
alumni we will work harder toward
Yes, it was a sorrowful year; but we
will think of it, too, as a year when
Williamsburg -High School had one of
the best groups of teachers to come
here; a year of improvement and en-
joyment; a year never to be forgotten
and always to be remembered.
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
The climax of the Senior Class activities was the presentation of the
play, "He Couldn't Marry Five," a comedy in which a young man is pursued
by five pretty, talented sisters.
The reward for long hours of rehearsals, under the direction of Eugene
Titus, was the eagerly awaited trip to New York during the April vacation.
The cast was as follows:
Donald Regan Bruce Purrington
Mother ... Betty Hathaway
Father Harry Pomeroy
April Dorothy Brewer
May Murilyn Graves
June Jean Ellen Harlow
Taris Jane Smith
Leona Marlene Shay
Etta Shirley Hathaway
Granny .... Marilyn Black
ON STAGE, EVERYBODY!
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
JOAN BARBARA BACHAND
"Joanie" Noted for Dancing
Basketball 1, 2, 3, 4; Chorus 3; Club 51 Com-
mittee 3; Dramatic Club 2; Freshman Recep-
tion Committee 3; Junior Prom Committee 3;
Play Committee 4; Sadie Hawkins Day Com-
mittee 3; School Paper Staff 1; Student
Council 2, 3.
JOAN KATHLEEN BALDWIN
"Joanie" Noted for Excuses
Basketball 1, 2, 3, 4; Chorus 3, 4; Class Play
Committee 4; Club 51 Committee 3; Dra-
matic Club 2; Freshman Reception Commit-
tee 3; Glee Club 3, 4; Prom Committee 3;
Sadie Hawkins Day Committee 3; Student
Council 2, 3.
RUTH LOUISE BISBEE
"Ruthie" Noted for Deviltry
Class Historian 1, 3; Club 51 Committee 3;
Debating 1, 2, 3, 4; Freshman Reception
Committee 2, 3, 4; Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4;
Junior Prom 3; Sadie Hawkins Day Com-
mittee 3; School Paper Staff 3, 4; Student
Council 2, 3.
MARILYN FAY BLACK
"Blackie" Noted for Going Steady-
Basketball 1, 2, 4; Cheerleader 4; Chorus 4
Class Historian 4; Class Play Committee 4
Club 51 Committee 3; Dramatic Club 2
Freshman Reception Committee 2, 3; Glee
Club 1, 2; Junior Prom 3; Orchestra 1, 2, 3, 4;
Sadie Hawkins Day Committee 3; School
Paper Staff 2, 3, 4; Student Council 2, 3;
"Tattler" Staff 3, 4; Vice President 3.
DOROTHY ANNE BREWER
"Dotty" Noted for Wolf Girl
Cheerleader 2; Class President 3, 4; Class
Secretary 1; Club 51 Committee 3; Debating
1, 2, 3, 4; Declamations 1, 3; Dramatic Club
President 2; Historian 2; Junior Prom Com-
mittee 3; Model Congress 1; Sadie Hawkins
Day Committee 3; School Paper Staff 2, 3, 4;
Student Council 2, 3; "Tattler" Staff 4.
AARON HOBART BROWN
"Leadfoot" Noted for Decrepit Hudson
Club 51 Committee 3; Freshman Reception
Committee 3, 4; Junior Prom Committee 3;
Sadie Hawkins Day Committee 3; Student
Council 2, 3.
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ARTHUR EDWARD CLARY
"Archy" Noted for The Draper
Class President 2; Club 51 Committee 3; De-
bating 1, 2, 3, 4; Dramatic Club 2; Fresh-
man Reception Committee 4; Junior Prom
Committee 4; Sadie Hawkins Day Commit-
tee 3; Student Council 2, 3; Student Council
ALICE CORINNE CURTIS
Noted for Many Meetings
Cheerleader 4; Chorus 3, 4; Club 51 Com-
mittee 3; Freshman Reception Committee 4;
Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Junior Prom Committee
3; Sadie Hawkins Day Committee 3; Student
Council 2, 3.
BARBARA LOUISE DURBIN
"Bobbie" Noted for Giggling
Club 51 Committee 3; Dramatic Club 2;
Freshman Reception Committee 4; Junior
Prom Committee 3; Sadie Hawkins Day
Committee 3; Class Secretary 4; Student
Council 2, 3; Student Council Secretary 2, 3;
Vice President 2.
MURILYN ETHEL GRAVES
"F. G. M." Noted for Fiddles
American Legion Essay 2; Chorus 1, 2, 3, 4
Class Play Committee 4; Class Treasurer 2
Class Vice President 4; Club 51 Committee 3
Debating 1, 2, 3; Secretary of Debating 2, 3
Declamation 2; Dramatic 2; Glee Club 3, 4
Junior Prom 3; Orchestra 1, 2, 3, 4; Pro
Merito 2, 3, 4; Sadie Hawkins Day Commit-
tee 3; School Paper Staff 3, 4; Student Coun-
cil 2, 3; Student Council Pres. 3; "Tattler"
Staff 2, 3, 4.
JEANNE ELLEN HARLOW
"Jeannie" Noted for F. D. R.
Cheerleader 1, 2, 3; Chorus 1, 2, 3, 4; Class
Secretary 2; Club 51 Committee 3; Debating
3; Dramatic Club 2; Freshman Reception
Committee 4; Glee Club 3, 4; Junior Prom 3;
"Tattler" Staff 2, 3, 4; School Paper Staff 2, 3,
4; Sadie Hawkins Day Committee 3; Student
Council 2, 3.
ELIZABETH ANN HATHAWAY
"Betty" Noted for Shyness
Chorus 4; Class Treasurer 3; Club 51 Com-
mittee 3; Dramatic Club 2; Freshman Recep-
tion Committee 4; Junior Prom 3; Sadie Haw-
kins Day Committee 3; Student Council 2, 3;
"Tattler" Staff 4.
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
SHIRLEY MAE HATHAWAY
"Footsie" Noted for Skipping School
Chorus 3, 4; Club 51 Committee 3; Dramatic
Club 2; Freshman Reception Committee 4;
Glee Club 3, 4; Junior Prom Committee 3;
Sadie Hawkins Day Committee 3; Student
Council 2, 3.
HERBERT MONROE NYE
"Herbie" Noted for Sharp Shooting
Basketball 2, 3, 4; Baseball 2; Club 51 3;
Freshman Reception Committee 4; Glee
Club 1, 3, 4; Junior Prom Committee 3; Stu-
dent Council 3.
LUCIA MARY PENFIELD
Noted for Good Taste
Basketball 2, 3; Cheerleader 3, 4; Chorus
3; Class Play Committee 4; Class Treasurer
4; Club 51 Committee 3; Dramatic Club 2,
Secretary; Freshman Reception Committee
4; Junior Prom Committee 3; Pro Merito 2, 3,
4; Sadie Hawkins Day Committee 3; School
Paper Staff 4, Student Council 2, 3.
GILBERT EDWARD SEARS
"Gil" Noted for Athletic Ability
Baseball 1, 2, 3, 4; Basketball 2, 3, 4; Boys
State 3; Chorus 2, 4; Club 51 Committee 3;
Dramatic Club 2; Freshman Reception Com-
mittee 4; Glee Club 2; Junior Prom 3; Pro
Merito 2, 3, 4; School Paper Staff 4; Student
Council 2, 3; "Tattler" Staff 4.
MARLENE EVA SHAY
"Molly" Noted for "Check your man"
Basketball 3, 4; Club 51 Committee 3; Pro
Merito 2; Junior Prom 3; Sadie Hawkins Day
JANE ELIZABETH SMITH
"Calamity" Noted for Dewey's
American Legion Essay 2, 3; Chorus 3, 4;
Class Secretary 3; Club 51 Committee 3; De-
bating 2, 3, 4; Declamation 2, 3, 4; Dramatic
Club 2; Freshman Reception Committee 3;
Girls' State 3; Glee Club 1, 2; Junior Prom
Committee 3; Orchestra 1, 2, 3, 4; Pro Merito
2, 3, 4; Sadie Hawkins Day Committee 3;
School Paper 2, 3, 4; Student Council 2, 3,
Secretary 3; "Tattler" Staff 3, 4.
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
On arriving at the field, the first thing
you see is a large, red beehive, set off
from the other beehives. This beehive
is strictly for young bees for the pur-
pose of teaching them about their an-
cestors and preparing them for their
futures, whether it be to go to a la:
beehive or put their knowledge to work
in the world.
On September 5, 1947, a group of
thirty-eight bees — all workers we
thought, but, as it turned out, some
drones — entered the beehive where we
were assigned to section six, the sec-
tion to which all newcomers are as-
signed. The Queen Bee, Miss Dunphy,
had a section for herself where we
often went for advice or instruction. In
each section there was an assistant
who gave advice on less important
matters. The name of the one in our
section was Miss Skrivars.
We bees elected David Tiley to lead
us through our first year's labor. Even
with the help of this fine leader we
couldn't be excused from the bee-gath-
ering that the older bees were hav
for us. We had so much work to do we
didn't want to bother with any bee-
gatherings, but we were forced to go.
As if making us go wasn't enough,
they made us do fantastic stunts in
front of everyone including the queen
bee and her assistants. For one stunt
some of the boy bees had to dress up
in frilly costumes and mimic the queer
acts of a supposedly talented girl bee.
Singing and several silly dances were
added tortures. How embarrassed we
Most of us completed our first year's
work successfully so that we could re-
turn for our second year although a
few drones had to remain in section
six for another year or didn't return to
the beehive at all. Mr. Williamson was
the assistant in section four, and Ar-
thur Clary was elected to be the leader
of us twenty-seven workers. This was
the year we started a council of bees
to try to improve the beehive. We
didn't accomplish as much as we had
In the fall of 1949, Mr. Branch, the
assistant in section two, found that he
was going to have to cope with twenty-
four of us workers. Dorothy Brewer,
our newly elected leader, helped us
plan honey sales and bee parties to
earn money for that big time that was
being rumored about. (The rumor was
that we were going to, as they say,
"fly the hive" next year.) One bee-
gathering, the Prom, caused more work
than it was worth because we spent
weeks preparing for it and made a
very small profit.
Twenty of us returned last fall to
finish our last year in the beehive. We
were assigned to section one with Miss
Lovechio as the assistant. Being
pleased with our leader of the year be-
fore, we again elected to lead us Doro-
thy Brewer, who helped us put on more
bee-gatherings. We also arranged for
a play in which the bees displayed
their talents, "He Couldn't Marry
Five," which we presented to raise
money for our escape from the beehive.
In April we left for a large field
where there were massive beehives, in
fact the largest beehives in the world.
Here we saw the famous bee actress,
Carol Charming, act in the play,
"Gentlemen Prefer Blondes." We flew
hither and thither trying to keep up
with everything that was going on
among the beehives, becoming lost in
the busy crowds. We saw the place
where Bee Grant was buried and the
beautiful statue the French bees gave
us. We went through several beehives
including one where remnants of an-
cient animals and articles that our an-
cestors made are kept.
Fortunately, we all arrived back at
the Hive School safely so that, with the
exception of two of our fellow workers
who left us earlier this year, we shall
all receive our certificates. When we
m the beehive on June twenty-
first we shall be free to do anything we
please, but whatever we do or wher-
ever we fly, we shall always remember
the happy years spent in the Academy
for the Betterment of Honeybees, Wil-
liamsburg Hive School.
The Senior Class of '51, being of
sound mind and body, do hereby be-
queath the following articles to the
members of Williamsburg High School
who have yet to attain the high stand-
ards and excellent reputation estab-
lished by this class.
Aaron Brown wills to Mr. Branch a
season's pass to the Plaza so that he
won't have to disguise himself as a
wash woman to get in to see the next
installment of the Saturday serial.
Aaron also leaves the Hudson to sci-
ence to see if IT can be explained.
Joan Baldwin wills to Miss Lovechio
a pair of stilts so she won't feel embar-
rassed when standing alongside Tony
The Chemistry Class wills Mr. Ritter
the answers to all the questions asked
him in that period.
To Miss Dunphy we leave a lie de-
tector to be used on any students who,
unlike the Seniors, write their own ex-
cuses or cut classes.
We will Mr. Merritt the balance of
the Senior Class treasury to establish a
school fund so Miss Dunphy won't have
to use the milk money for debates,
To Mrs. Grinnell we leave a new
supply of coat hooks to replace those
which every year seem to disappear
mysteriously from the coat-room of
We bequeath to Mr. Tonet a mega-
phone so that at basketball games the
players can hear him as well as the
spectators did this year.
Shirley Hathaway leaves to Barbara
Derouin and Janice Richardson the
knowledge she has garnered from not
Jane Smith wills to Mr. Branch a
little peace and quiet in next year's
American History Class.
Betty Hathaway leaves her ability to
make friends on trains to Jean Tiley,
with the hope that she will do as well
on her class trip to New York as Betty
Ruth Bisbee, Dorothy Brewer and
Jean Ellen Harlow leave their uncon-
trollable and unpredictable fits of silli-
ness to Sondra Black, Jane Beals and
Murilyn Graves wills her right to go
home two periods before the close of
school to Frank Smith, who is always
complaining about long school hours.
Joan Bachand bequeaths her typing
efficiency and speed to David Heath
with the hope that he can get his
thirty-word award in the next two
Arthur Clary wills the remaining
pieces of the cat he dissected to Sidney
Nichols if there's enough of the cat left.
Gilbert Sears wills all the alcohol he
made in the lab to Harry Pomeroy on
the condition that he use it for the ad-
vancement of humanity.
Lucia Penfield leaves her job as
attendance recorder to Eileen O'Brien,
the "efficient secretary" of the future.
Barbara Durbin bequeaths her sup-
ply of "nothing" to chatter about to
Helen Sroczyk, who, as we all know, is
always being kept after school for talk-
ing in class.
Herbie Nye leaves his basketball
sweater to Norman Stone on condition
that he make the first team next year.
Marlene Shay wills a well-worn dic-
tionary to Elson Hathaway who will
really wear it out.
Alice Curtis leaves her chattering
and giggling but not her man to Joan
Damon — Joan can get the latter for
To Ellen Ames, Marilyn Black leaves
her "journal" of the "scoops" of the
day with the understanding that she
keep it up to date.
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
To all assembled here, we leave the
hope that we will be missed, if not for
the things we did during our term of
residence, at least for the things we
thought of but didn't do.
Executed on this twentieth day of
June, in the year of our Lord, one thou-
sand nine hundred and fifty-one, in
witness whereof we have hereunto
subscribed our names.
The Ghost of the Snack Bar
Cyrano de Bergerac's hat
The Baby (Class Mascot)
In September, 1971, I once again
threw my clothes into my knapsack,
set it on my back, hopped a passing
freight ship, and returned to America,
after years of hard labor in the Wom-
en's Auxiliary of the Foreign Legion.
The main reason for my choosing this
particular time to come home was in
order to be present at Old Home Week
in Williamsburg and Haydenville, an
event celebrated just once in twenty-
I had a personal reason for choosing
this time also; I had to find out some-
thing very important about my old
classmates and this was the perfect
time to do it. Ever since graduation
I had been haunted by a prediction
that was made of our class. Had it
come true? How I hoped not!
What a gala week of festivities had
been planned! An event of opening
day was a square dance to raise
money for the new gym. I was quite
shocked when I first heard that they
were still having drives and assemblies
for Mr. Tonet's new gym, but after all,
it is only twenty years since it was
started! Naturally, I simply had to go
to the dance now that I knew that it
was for such a noble cause.
Of course I hadn't been home in 19
years and things certainly do change,
so, I called lean Ellen before going to
the dance, and asked her to show me
around town again. Why you wouldn't
believe it, but Bid's store is all that is
left of Old Main Street. It bulges a little
at the seams now, but at least it still
stands. Well, anyway, Jean Ellen, who
is living with her Uncle Tweetie, met
me at Bid's and do you know, she
hasn't changed a bit? She told me
that she had had a good deal of
trouble getting out of the house be-
cause Uncle Tweetie, who is a bit
eccentric, had stood at the top of the
stairs with a loaded musket, shouting
that she shouldn't go out until they
killed the last Indian. At great length,
she calmed him down and rushed to
Jean and I arrived early at the
dance. What a sight greeted me!
There was Aaron Brown, lounging on
a chair in the hall. He is the new con-
stable in Williamsburg. I would have
never recognized him if it hadn't been
for his same old Duchess hat. That de-
crepit item hasn't improved much with
19 years of constant wearing. Brownie
certainly has a deep, sentimental
attachment for that hat. I shall never
forget the morning we left for New
York on our class trip and found
Leadfoot Brown waiting at the station,
wearing his cowboy boots and Duch-
Soon after we had arrived, and be-
fore the dancing had begun, a small
riot arose in the farthest, darkest cor-
ner of the hall. As Aaron went charg-
ing bravely into the melee, brandish-
ing a fire extinguisher, I heard him
make some remark about, "Now I sup-
pose I'll be throwing that Indian out of
here all evening."
Aaron had soon curbed the confu-
sion and I had the greatest surprise of
my life when he came from the center
of the chaos, dragging Shirley Hatha-
way (cave-man style) by the hair.
It seems that Shirley had gone to
Canada the very summer after our
graduation. Exploring the wilds of
Saskatchewan, she was overtaken
and captured by a tribe of hostile Wah
Chugiies. The Wah Chugiies are the
cannibals of the Tundra Lands and
they were all prepared to freeze Shir-
ley for the following winter, but they
took her right to their hearts when her
first words were, "Wat you guys?
Wat're ya talkin' about? Wat you
guys?" From then on Shirley was
Princess Golden Tonsils with a seat of
honor at council fires and a peace pipe
all her own. This, I might add, was
not the first time that Shirley's fluent
tongue had saved her old Yankee
neck. Shirley married a not-so-brave
who bears a startling resemblance to
Erwin, except that this not-so-brave
wears his head shaved.
Shirley has now moved back to the
old home town and is busily engaged
in trading furs and wampum for Gil-
bert Sears' Famous Brand Fire Water
and All Purpose Elixer. ("Not a hic-
cup in a barrelfull" his slogan.) Shir-
ley and Gilbert were quite worried,
she told me, about revenoors. Gilbert,
you will remember, was one of the
"boys who made the beer in the cellars
of old Burgy High." Well, Gilbert be-
came science instructor at Burgy High
and so had free rein on the production
of his (quote) medicine (unquote) in
the lab. I don't like to mention this, but
Gilbert lost his job last week when the
"The School Board was very nar-
row-minded about the whole thing,"
Gilbert told me. "They said I was very
incompetent or some silly little thing
At this point the dancing started; I
remember being very thankful for this.
It bothered me to see these old class-
mates involved in such dubious occu-
pations. I began to wonder if any of
my old friends had "amounted to any-
thing." Perhaps Mrs. Grendal had had
the right idea .... none of us would
ever be anything." I was really getting
worried .... one of us had better "be
something" or I'd know the reason
I finished the next dance in grim de-
termination but left immediately after-
ward, for tomorrow was the day of the
Homecoming Parade and the Pageant.
I hoped to really get around that day
to find out if anybody had become
anything better than a clerk or a shoe
salesman, as Mrs. Grendal had pre-
I went to sleep thinking of wash
women, shoe-shine boys, and garbage
I awoke to a lovely, sunshiny day
and as I lay in bed trying to decide
whether to get up or not, the telephone
It was Jean Ellen and she said to get
the heck up to her house and pick her
up. She had Dottie Brewer waiting
with her; she said that they had been
waiting for an hour, that it seemed as
though I hadn't changed very much
and all the rest of the usual things she
I quickly drove up to Jean Ellen's to
pick up the kids. Well, you know that
if you haven't seen someone for a long,
long time, you still think of them as
looking exactly as you left them, but
Dotty Brewer certainly had changed.
For one thing, her hair was blonde,
her eyes were blue and she wore an
elaborate, black satin dress. Jean Ellen
was absolutely hysterical from laugh-
ter and then I knew that they had
probably cooked up one of their ever-
lasting little jokes. I very sternly said,
"Cut the corn, Brewer," and things
calmed right down. Dotty took off her
blonde wig, revealing her bright red
dye job and she changed from the satin
siren number to a pair of slacks and
an old, paint-daubed smock. From this
attire I knew that Dotty had realized
her ambition to be an artist. She had
her own small, very small, business of
making hand-painted dictionary cov-
ers, she told me, handing me a sample
of her handicraft.
The Soap Box Derby was our des-
tination. All the little boys in town
had been working madly on their cars
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
for weeks and weeks. But I wasn't as
eager to see the cars as I was to talk
to Marilyn Black, who I hoped would
be there, for I knew that if anyone
knew anything at all about anything,
Marilyn would be the one.
Suddenly there was a roar from the
crowd as the cars started bumping
down Village Hill. I realized immedi-
ately that the roar was not for the cars
as much as for the cute little blonde
girl who had entered the race at the
last minute and was rumbling down
the hill in an old orange crate on
wheels. The little boys in the competi-
tion didn't appreciate it much and
were doing their very best to run her
off the road. It didn't phase her a bit.
Little Blondy skillfully piled the little
boys onto each other and went on
down to win the race. As I watched
this spectacle, I said to myself, "One
will get you ten that child is some rela-
tion to Marlene Shay."
We walked down to watch the pre-
sentation of prizes and there, just as
I had expected, was Molly Shay,
beaming upon the little girl who was
the exact replica of herself. I chatted
awhile with Molly, and I found that:
A. She is married to a midget auto
B. She is still writing and has
turned out 10,022V2 sonnets.
C. She teaches physical education
My heart sank; those were all noble
occupations, but none that could really
be called "amounting to something."
Prizes were about to be presented
for all the sports events which had
been held during Home Coming Week.
Names were called and prizes were
presented to people I had never heard
It was rather boring but I pricked up
my ears when I heard Herbert Nye's
name being called and called and
called. "Same old shy Herbie," I
thought, fust then a dashing young
man came dashing up to the platform.
He explained that he was sorry to be
late but had just received an impor-
tant call from Connie Mack about to-
morrow's game. "My gosh!" I thought,
"Connie Mack is 110 now, but this
must mean that Herbie has something
to do with baseball." I rushed up to
the first person I saw and began to ask
questions wildly about Herbie. "Is he
a pitcher, manager, catcher?"
"Heck, no," was the answer; "he's
water boy for the Red Sox."
I was heartbroken.
"But, don't I know you?" asked the
I took a closer look and cried, "Of
course you do, I'm Ruth Bisbee, and
you're Alice Curtis, aren't you?"
It was Alice Curtis and she was sur-
rounded by seven tall, blond boys and
six tiny, curly-haired, little girls. I had
quite a hard time telling Alice from
her daughters and an even harder time
trying to find Russ, her husband,
among his sons. Alice told me that she
and Russ are running a Dude Ranch,
called the Lonesone Pines, in Chester-
field, and are doing a thriving busi-
ness. "The only trouble is," they said,
"we have to lock up the girls at night.
Those city slickers just go wild." I said
good-bye to them happily, thinking to
myself that they, at least, had re-
mained the same.
Walking on farther down the road
in search of Jean and Dotty, I met a
harried looking young woman who
kept asking frantically, "You're sure
you haven't seen him? You're abso-
lutely positive?" It was Barbara Dur-
bin, looking for Mr. Merritt. Barbara
has been the new office girl since the
week before last and the superintend-
ent was just driving her crazy because
he is always going off and leaving her
with nothing to do and of course, Bar-
bara couldn't ever stand for that. Un-
able to help her, I asked her to join
us for lunch but she refused, saying,
"Oh no, I haven't time!" Spying Miss
Dunphy, she ran after her for she knew
she'd have some work for her.
Dotty, Jean Ellen and I were tired by
now and we decided to go some place
exotic for lunch. We drove and drove
until it seemed that we would never
reach Northampton, but finally we
stopped in front of the Claridge Manor
on Main Street and went in. Since
Dotty was still in her slacks, we didn't
want to eat in the dining room so we
took the elevator up to the second floor
where we could eat in the Terrace
Room. We pushed the buzzer, the door
was tugged open, and there, standing
inside, was Good Old Arthur Clary!
"Hello, Arthur!" I shouted, "Still as-
sociating with the better class?"
"Hello," was the blunt reply, a blank
stare the facial expression. We rode
up in silence, chose a table easily
since none were occupied, and waited
for the waiter.
"Would you care to order?" said a
voice. We looked up into Arthur's face
again. We ordered but didn't say an-
other word, we were all so angry
about the brush-off we had received
a few minutes ago. Our lunches came,
followed by the check. I walked to
the desk, handed my money to the
cashier only to look into Arthur's face
again and said to myself,
"O. K. for you Old Boy; it's perfectly
all right with us if you don't want to
speak to the riff-raff. We're just as
happy." I paid the check and we
walked back to the elevator on the
opposite side of the room. The door
was open and someone ran in ahead
of us and prepared to descend. Whose
face appeared but, you guessed it!
This had gone far enough! Between
the first and second floors, Jean Ellen
suddenly pushed the STOP button and
whirled to face Arthur's surprised face.
"All right, bud, now what's the
scoop?" she asked. "We don't expect
you to fall all over us but you could
at least be civil."
Arthur stared miserably at us and
then explained that he had hoped we
wouldn't press the point. He is the
owner of the Hotel (the old Draper).
He is also chief cook and bottle washer
and elevator operator. He had prayed
we wouldn't recognize him because he
was so ashamed that he hadn't
"amounted to something." We con-
soled him as best we could and con-
Driving back to Williamsburg, we
were stopped by a road block. There
had been an accident at the bottom of
Main's Hill. A new blue Dodge had
been hit by a garbage truck. No one
was hurt. We climbed out of the car
and stepping over eggshells and bread
crusts, we reached the scene of the
crime. The sound of gay giggling
greeted us. There were Joan and Joan
laughing like crazy. These kids were
on their way home to Burgy also.
After many, "Well, well, look who's
here's!" and "What a coincidence's,"
Jean Ellen offered to drive them home.
As we passed the garbage truck, I
glanced in and looked away guickly,
not because it was such a gory sight,
but because it was such a shock, for
there, in the front seat of an old gar-
bage truck sat our class geniuses: Jane,
Betty, and Murilyn. I didn't say any-
thing to the other girls, but I rode home
in silence, listening to the others chat-
ter about their various occupations for
the last ten years. From the depths of
my misery, I did hear that Joan Bald-
win was engaged for the seventh time
to a trapeze artist she met while work-
ing as a bare-back rider in the circus,
and that Joanie Bachand had just fin-
ished making up time for all the days
she skipped since she was in the first
grade and she just didn't know what
to do with herself. Joanie told us not
to be too terribly surprised, but that
Lucia was married to Stan and that
they were living in the ancestral home
in Goshen, busily engaged in collect-
ing and refinishing antiques.
But I still couldn't get the revolting
picture of the "most likely to succeed-
ers" sitting grimly in that demolished
"I simply have to call Marilyn Black
when I get home," I told myself.
"She'll be able to tell me all about it."
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
But, of course, I forgot when we
reached Williamsburg because we
were late for the pageant and had to
rush to get a seat on the hill where
we could see.
Naturally the pageant is the same
every time except for a new chapter
added to cover the last twenty-five
years. As we watched each page
had a lot of fun recalling the parts
we had each played in the pag-
eant of 1946. I remembered that I
was eleven years old and I was a
blade of grass in the first scene. A
hush fell over the audience sitting un-
der the sky as the time approached for
the 1946-1971 chapter to be revealed.
My heart was in my throat, for I knew
that this was our own generation and
we had very little to show for our-
selves. I was still plagued by a morbid
picture of our brilliants sitting in a
smelly garbage truck. "It would have
been nice," I thouaht, "at least to have
everyone here even if they haven't
amounted to much!"
I noticed on my program that Mari-
lyn Black was in charge of the 1946-
1970 program. "She'll have to be
pretty clever to squeeze a story out of
our class," I said to myself.
The proceedings began to com-
mence, as the saying goes, and it was
so dull that I settled back into my own
selfish thoughts. When the crowd
laughed, I sobbed inwardly, and
looked in the direction of the loudest
shouts and saw Betty, Jane, and Muri-
lyn pull up in a brand new Cadillac.
I brightened up a bit and watched
them race to the platform as fast as
their thirty-five year old legs could
Herewith began the greatest and
most pleasant surprise of my whole
This chapter in the pageant was
called "Men and Women of Distinc-
tion" and I nearly had a heart attack
when Marilyn began to read off names
Woman of the Year Award to Eliza-
beth Hathaway, for her work with the
Department of Sanitation.
Pulitzer Prize winner, Jane Smith for
her brilliant novel, "Seagoing Livers."
Winner of the United Nations Spell-
ing Bee .... Marlene Shay.
Athlete of the Year
Nobel Prize Winner for Scientific
Achievement .... Gilbert Sears.
Director of the Boston Pops ....
This went on and on until I was so
ashamed of myself that I could have
cried. How could I have had so little
faith in my classmates! A wave of
astonishment came over me as I real-
ized that I was the only person in the
class who hadn't amounted to some-
thing. Those sweet kids hadn't wanted
to hurt my feelings and so hadn't said
anything. I was just mortified and so
glad that I hadn't said anything aloud
about "amounting to something."
In silence, I filed out of the Pageant
field with Jean and Dorothy. As we
walked along, I noticed a lady who
sat alone, staring into space. "What
do you suppose is the matter with
her?" I whispered.
"Oh, she is probably just feeling
bad because her son is only a shoe
salesman," Jean Ellen said.
I have done a lot of thinking since
that day and now I realize that it
doesn't make a darn bit of difference
how famous he is or how well edu-
cated he may be, if each person in our
class works for his livina, he can be
counted among those who have
"amounted to something."
Paris, Cairo, the Casbah, Venice-
Prophecu on we Prophetess
exotic places all; names simply heard
in geography classes or read about in
romantic novels to most people, but
in the years 1951 to 1965 they had be-
come second homes to me. That's why
I was finding life monotonous as I lay
sunning myself on the French Riviera.
When one has seen all, done all, what
is there to do but sigh as one wearily
greets the princes and rajahs, diplo-
mats, and espionage agents who make
up the social set along the Riviera,
reads in newspapers that Rita Straw-
orth has shed her eleventh husband,
President Mac Arthur has just fired
Hary Falseman for making derogatory
remarks about the singing of his
Tired of burdening myself with the
complex problems of humanity, I
turned to the comics in my favorite
publication, the newspaper read by all
cultured Frenchmen, "Le Mot Fran-
cois." Gleefully I watched as Killer
McCoy backed Dick Tracy onto the
edge of a cliff at the point of a gun, and
Dais^ Mae fried Lil' Abner a pan full
of pork chops as he struggled to free
himself from his chains.
A cartoon at the bottom of the page
caught my eye; that girl leaping across
the roof of the Empire State Building
with her camera posed on two men
glaring at each other while their ma-
chine guns rattled looked like someone
I knew or used to know. Now let's see
— brown hair — camera — machine guns
— of course, Ruth Bisbee! And a tear
fell as a picture of Ruth as a happy girl
of seventeen fled through my mind.
Of the eighteen members of our high
school class only Ruth hadn't been
heard from since 1951. And another
tear fell as I thought of the class re-
union to be held at Monte Carlo the
next week. Only Ruth would not be
there for she was among the missing.
Where was she? What was she doing?
Was she a roving news photographer
rushing to cover a gruesome murder
case? A Red Cross nurse caring for
the wounded on the battlefields? The
owner of a baby-sitters' agency?
Sadly, I dismissed thoughts of the
horrible fates Ruth could have encoun-
tered in life and returned to my cha-
teau to prepare for the party to be
given for me that night before my de-
parture for Monte Carlo.
A newly-opened glamorous cabaret
in a section where the streets were
narrow, dark and dimly lighted had
been chosen for the party. In order to
be admitted one crawled through a
cave-like entrance to a huge door
carved from a boulder where one
spoke the pass words "Ho! Ho!" be-
fore passing the guard in Indian cos-
tume; then one proceeded by raft to
a second door where one repeated the
pass words 'That's rich" before pass-
ing the guard in Eskimo costume. And
then one was there! The cabaret was
a dark and cozy little place dotted with
Grecian columns carved out of marble
— ideal for couples madly in love. It
was crowded with people. A few
couples danced to the soft music and
the wailing of the trombone. Some
talked and laughed at their little
tables, while others ate heartily and
complimented the delicious food.
Then the room darkened, and in
front of the stage appeared a girl —
gradually the spotlight went down
upon her. As she sang, she came
down, weaving in and out among the
tables. Her black gown was fitted and
revealing, and the sequins sparkled as
the light followed her. Astonishment
swept over me! Why this was the girl
in the cartoon! Another gasp of aston-
ishment! Why this was the long lost
Ruth Bisbee. It couldn't be, but it was;
it was Ruth singing.
As she neared my table, our eyes
met and recognition glowed on both
our faces. When she had taken her
bow, she rushed over to greet me cry-
ing, "Ma petite! Ma Cherie!" over and
over again. After running out of silly
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
French phrases, we sat down and
talked over old times and many funny
incidents that had happened in our
four years at Burgy High. I had a dif-
ficult time understanding Ruth — her
accent was so thick, but I at last dis-
covered how she had spent the years
since graduation. It seems that a book
publisher had heard her deliver the
class prophecy at graduation and im-
mediately bought it for publication. It
had sold 5,997,010,510 copies in two
years. She made so much in royalties
that the publisher had to marry her in
order to save his company from bank-
ruptcy. With the money, she had
started a chain of French restaurants
all over the world; in fact she was now
thinking of opening one of her charm-
ing little places in Williamsburg.
As the evening grew old and I was
about to leave, I asked her about com-
ing to the reunion. She said she
wouldn't be able to come as she had
to baby sit that night with her own
nine children. She would, however,
make it a point to be free for the re-
union on the 25th anniversary of our
graduation in 1976 on the 21st day of
MARLENE SHAY MARILYN BLACK
For each student here's a verse,
Something about them for better or
Some we'll dia and some we'll flatter,
But please accept it as the latter.
Joanie Bachand just loves to go out —
Of her steady affections there is some
It makes no difference if she hasn't a
Never a dull moment when Joanie's on
To sleep by day and live by night
Is loanie Baldwin's chief delight.
Hours in class are a waste of time
To her "no school" is "just divine."
Ruth Bisbee's our best little story teller
We predict someday she'll write a best
At coining witty remarks she has no
To find out more you write the sequel.
A farmer's daughter is Marilyn Black
She relates the news with the greatest
"Do you know what I heard?" is her
But all kidding aside, Percy's her craze.
The President of our small crew
Is dainty, darling "Dotty Brew."
Listen in class to hear her sigh;
Suppose she's thinking about some
If you see someone coming with knives
Watch out! Peasants! for your lives!
The Hudson that he no longer uses
Gives Aaron money once spent on
Arthur Clary is our biggest worry
Cause he's either sleeping or in a
His life ambitions aim very high,
But even so he's a comical guy.
To no one in our class will this be news
Soon Alice Curtis her freedom will
For to the altar she will be led
For better or worse Russell she'll wed.
Barbara really is a very gay chick
And usually has a joke to click.
In French she wishes she was a whiz
'Specially when Mr. Tonet gives a
It seems that I am stuck with the end,
So to composing poems my talents I'll
I've tried my very best to rhyme
I'll hurry now and not take much time.
Murilyn is our efficient lass —
Did you ever doubt that she would
Gene, music, Tattler and all
Prove that she's been right on the ball.
Her smile to "Tweety" is so pleasing!
To others it's just plain teasing!
She's a tongue so quick and eyes so
All wrapped up she's our winsome
She's always in a verbal duel;
In English Betty conforms to rule.
But away from home she's not the
Especially when she's traveling by
There's a girl who's always raising
Though often giggly she's still a brain.
Footsie, or Shirley is all we hear
Even when absent half the year.
Lucia was voted our best-dressed
Ever see her hair without a curl?
Both fellows and girls agree she's
No wonder with Stash she has the
This boy's the tallest in our class.
Always on the look-out for a gay, cute
Doesn't affect his marks or fears.
Now do you recognize Gilbert Sears?
Marlene Shay is a versatile girl —
In spite of this she's never in a whirl.
She's tall, blond, shy, and bashful
Composes poetry while at work in the
Smith is her college as is her name.
Dates are limited but not Jane's fame.
Four years more to improve her dome
Then back to Harry on the telephone.
A popular ball player is "Herbie" Nye,
But around the lassies he's really shy.
You can usually find him traveling
A basketball court or a baseball
So here ends the class of 1951
Through our four years we certainly
Though we may aim for higher levels
While we were here, weren't we
Host Devilish Jolliest u 7 Prett'vest
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
A Study ofi A Class
Each person in this room sits busily
at his or her desk, working like mad
on an essay, poem, or composition to
have printed in the "Tattler." (That is,
if he should be so fortunate as to get
an A plus and if this literary master-
piece be accepted by the publishers of
that esteemed magazine.)
I say that they are all busy, but who
knows, I am not doing anything but
cheating. I am writing as fast as I can
on this paper so that if Miss Lovechio
should happen to glance my way she
will think that I am doing what I am
supposed to be doing, which is writing
a composition, which I'm not doing.
I wonder what it would be like if I
had the ability to read minds? I could
tune in on all the people in the class
and find out if they are really working
as hard as they seem to be.
Bzzzzzzzzzz what an odd
noise! Wot hoppened? Hey .... what
is all that talking? This is a study class.
Those kids had better cool or they'll
have Miss Lovechio on their necks.
Gee ... no one seems to hear it but
me. What's happening to me?
There is Normie's voice, but he isn't
talking; he's busy fooling! Well, well,
well .... look Ma, I'm reading minds!!
What is Normie thinking?? "I wonder
if she will find out I took my last book
report from the "Reader's Digest"?
Ahhh I don't think so; teachers aren't
so smart really."
Well, and there are Gilbert's little
brain waves. "And only one in every
seven million parts of hydrogen can be
classified as . . . ." Whoops — sorry,
Here comes Mr. Tonet. I wonder
what he thinks about. Let's see now:
"J'ai faim ..." Oh darn, he even
thinks in French! And I was going to
have so much fun.
Oh! Oh! Aaron's thinking about
whether he should heave that eraser
into Arthur's face now, or wait until
Miss Lovechio leaves the room. And
look at Arthur, wondering what effect
being hit by an eraser has upon the
complex structure of a cat's nervous
system. Ardour is the boy who got A's
in biology, you know, when it took him
six weeks to cut up one little cat.
Jean Ellen certainly looks studious,
but you never can tell. Her mind just
wanders from one thing to another.
"Glenn .... Louis Prima .... darn
Junior Business .... Tweetie ....
Packard's 3:00 o'clock .... so bored
. . . ." So that's the reason she acts
so dreamy — those are the kinds of
things she thinks about!
Dotty Brewer's thoughts are hard to
follow, too. "Oh jeepers, what if all
six of them come to the play on the
same night? I'll die, I'll just die.
Frenchie, Pal, and Karl — what'll I ever
do? Well, if worse comes to worst, I
can just pretend that I don't know any
of them. Boy, wouldn't they be slightly
7.. s is fun. Maybe I'd better stop
though, it is getting rather uncomfort-
Pretty soon I won't dare look people
in the eye. Harry might even take me
for a "ride" because I "know too
Huh! The bell?? The spell is over —
And I have certainly proved my point
J fly Place Mas Been Jaken
Debbie doesn't love me any more.
We've been happy together for three
years, and now there's another man —
Freddie. Debbie and I used to go
places and see interesting things to-
gether, have loads of fun, and now it's
Three years ago, after George died,
Debbie centered her affections on me,
and we have been living in a cozy four
room apartment on the outskirts of New
York City since then. It was an ordi-
nary apartment, but there was nothing
ordinary about our lives; every day,
every hour had special meaning when
we were together. What happy hours
we spent sitting in front of the fireplace,
talking over plans for the future! Now
those plans are forgotten. Even though
I know that part of my life is over, I
like to think about the past and remem-
ber what life used to be like because
Debbie and I enjoyed doing every-
thing, even simple things like going to
the park on Sundays, and buying a
bag of peanuts and feeding the squir-
rels. It was wonderful! The warm sun,
the smiling people, the noisy animals —
and Debbie. But, now Fred has taken
Usually one night during the week,
we would go to a movie where we
crunched on popcorn and laughed at
the jokes or cried during the sad
scenes. We always laughed and cried
at the same things. Not any more
though. Fred is there instead of me.
Saturday was the gayest day of all.
We used to go down-town on the bus
or subway, do some window shopping,
and then find some pleasant place to
eat our dinner. Each Saturday we tried
to find a different place to eat that won-
derful dinner together. It wasn't hard,
with New York's large variety. Then,
we would take a taxi and ride through
the city, watching the blinking lights,
Debbie as fascinated and excited as I.
Or we would climb to the top of one
of the large buildings to survey the
massive city with its bright lights.
Once in awhile we went to a stage
show or concert, but it was heaven be-
ing with her any place; that's why my
life is so bleak, now that Fred has
broken up that Saturday party.
During the summer we went either
to the beach, or more often, to a cool
lake resort. The summers were won-
derful because we were so busy trying
to do all the things we wanted — play-
ing tennis, croquet, and badminton,
swimming, bicycling, talking and
laughing together. Two whole months
having fun together! Now what shall
I do with those two months?
Debbie and Fred are to be married
next week. I suppose I shall have to
live with them, but it will be difficult,
when I love her so much but have to
share her love. But, as soon as I finish
school, I'll go away to college and let
them live their lives in peace. It was
hard enough to give up George — it's
tough for a boy to be without a father.
But, it is even worse when a boy has
to give up the woman he has idolized
■ — his mother, to another man!
jhe Burgy Dragons
Our big star was Gilbert Sears,
Who always brought forth yells and
For as we watched our Gilbert play
We knew that we would win the day.
One of the forwards was Herbie Nye,
A very good player and a truly swell
Even though quiet and rather shy,
Herbie was there ready to try.
Bernie Bachand was an able guard
Who was always in there playing hard;
While he ran and played his spot on
The opposing team was unable to
Frankie Smith was a Haydenville star
Who made baskets count, near and
Frankie's the player who's hard to beat
Because he's fast and light on his feet.
Ramon Sears, Gil's little brother,
Like him we'll never find another.
Even though he's rather small,
Ramon would always drop in that ball.
Peter, Walter, Jimmie, and Gene
Were the remaining four to complete
These boys helped to make the score
Of eight glorious wins and losses but
The coach of our boys gave a lot of
And always made them toe the line.
Although success made him wet with
We give three cheers — to Coach Tonet.
On The Court
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
First row, left to right: Aaron Brown, Jeannine Bernier, Edward Merritt, Helen Baldwin,
Eugene Penfield, John Warner, Joan Damon, Harry Pomeroy.
Second row, left to right: Sylvia Nye, Sally Adams, Nancy Bickford, Eileen O'Brien, Ruth
McAvoy, Gail Papineau, Lois Mollison.
Third row, left to right: James Magdalenski, Bruce Purrington, Richard Houghton, Norman
Tiley, Elson Hathaway, Robert Ames.
Look at this class so bright and fine,
Posture erect, and all in line.
Always happy, never blue,
This is the class of Fifty-two.
Watch this class; see them grow
Into good citizens; then you'll know
That this prophecy shall come true,
About the class of Fifty-two.
First row, left to right: Blanche Roberge, Joan Culver, Jean Tiley, Frank Smith, Ramon
Sears, Karyl Ronka, Ellen Jean Bancroft, Patricia Evans.
Second row, left to right: Janice Richardson, Mary Jane Curtis, Nancy Outhuse, Richard
Purrington, Mary Graves, Barbara Derouin, Julia Kolosewicz.
Third row, left to right: Wilbur Loomis, David Heath, Peter Shumway, James Johnson,
Sidney Nichols, Raymond Rice.
Absent from picture — Dick Pierce.
Another year has ended
For the class of '53
As Sophomores we must take our bow
For Juniors soon we'll be.
This year has been a good one
And we've had a lot of fun,
We know that in the future,
When our days at school are done —
Our memories will drift back
To this year at Burgy High,
And longingly we'll think of it
As the best one of our lives.
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
First row, left to right: Ruth Smith, Ann Ice, Ellen Ames, Robert Bisbee, Jane Beals, Bernard
Bachand, Connie Packard, Mary Smart, Anthony Soltys.
Second row, left to right: Yvonne Dufresne, Loretta LaCasse, Sylvia Roberts, Carol Harlow,
Nancy Brewer, Sondra Black, Lucy Mathers, Helen Sroczyk, Barbara Cumm.
Third row, left to right: William Hayden, Norman Stone, Walter Kellogg, Henry Bisbee,
Willard Thayer, William Hurley.
Pictured above is the Class of '54 —
We certainly will not graduate before.
Our high school days began at Freshman Reception
What we went through, we dare not mention!
Yes, pictured above is a remarkable class,
Remarkable in that we're all going to pass!
In years to come in our hearts you will find
Memories of this year we're leaving behind.
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
First row, left to right: Dorothy Brewer, Faculty Advisor Miss Lovechio, Gilbert Sears,
Murilyn Graves, Joan Damon, Faculty Advisor Mrs. Grinnell, Marilyn Black.
Second row, left to right: Jane Smith, Harry Pomeroy, Betty Hathaway, Richard Houghton,
David Heath, Bruce Purrington, Gail Papineau.
First row, left to right: Joan Damon, Jeanne Ellen Harlow, Ruth Bisbee, Harry Pomeroy,
Nancy Bickford, Marilyn Black, Barbara Durbin.
Second row, left to right: Mary Smart, Lucia Penfield, Ellen Ames, Sally Adams, Sylvia
Nye, Helen Baldwin, Jeannine Bernier, Dorothy Brewer.
Third row, left to right: Gail Papineau, Ruth McAvoy, Jane Smith, Frank Smith, James
Johnson, Bruce Purrington, Murilyn Graves, Jane Beals, Mary Graves.
First row, left to right: Nancy Bickford, Betty Hathaway, Jane Smith, Murilyn Graves,
Second row, left to right: Bruce Purrington, Harry Pomeroy, Gilbert Sears, Richard
Houghton, Edward Merritt, John Warner.
First row, left to right: Philip Bowie, Sylvia Nye, Sondra Black, Murilyn Graves, David
Heath, Marilyn Black, Jane Smith.
Second row, left to right: Joan Culver, Rolphe Bryant, Ruth Smith, Ruth McAvoy, Elson
Hathaway, Edward Merritt.
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
First row, left to right: Robert Ames, Edward Merritt, David Heath, Bruce Purrington,
Richard Houghton, Gilbert Sears, Herbert Nye, Burke Ray.
Second row, left to right: Barbara Derouin, Ellen Jean Bancroft, Ann Ice, Ruth Smith, Mary
Smart, Connie Packard, Alice Curtis, Yvonne Dufresne, Loretta LaCasse, Sylvia
Roberts, Ruth Bisbee, Jeanne Ellen Harlow.
Third row, left to right: Joan Baldwin, Joan Culver, Janice Richardson, Patricia Evans, Julia
Kolosewicz, Marilyn Black, Gail Papineau, Lois Mollison, Karyl Ronka, Barbara Cumm,
Sylvia Nye, Blanche Roberge.
Fourth row, left to right: Ellen Ames, Carol Harlow, Nancy Brewer, Shirley Hathaway, Lucy
Mathers, Munlyn Graves, Betty Hathaway, Jane Smith, Mary Jane Curtis, Jean Tiley,
Nancy Outhuse, Jane Beals, Ruth McAvoy.
First row, left to right: Dorothy Brewer, Ruth Bisbee, Connie Packard, Miss Lovechio, Sally
Adams, Anthony Soltys.
Second row, left to right: Jane Smith, John Warner, Richard Houghton, Arthur Clary, Joan
Left to right: Joan Culver, Alice Curtis, Sylvia Nye, Barbara Derouin, Marilyn Black,
Nancy Outhuse, Lucia Penfield
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
First row, left to right: Joan Culver, Marlene Shay, Joan Baldwin, Joan Bachand, Marilyn
Black, Joan Damon.
Second row, left to right: Mary Smart, Mary Graves, Nancy Outhuse, Jane Beals, Ellen
Ames, Yvonne Dufresne, Ann Ice.
Third row, left to right: Sondra Black, Nancy Brewer, Coach Ruth Mongeau, Eileen O'Brien,
At the beginning of the season we had a very good group of girls out to practice,
enough girls so that we had a first and second strinq. At one of the first practices we
chose Joan Damon as manager to whom much credit can be given for getting our games
and keeping the girls organized. Our year started off very well with a win against the
Huntington lasses. Then we fell into a weak path and lost two very good forwards, Joan
Bachand and Joan Baldwin, from our first string. Then we lost our coach, Miss Ruth
Mongeau. After our misfortunes we still had more games to play. Two very promising
players, Sondra Black and Mary Graves, stepped in. The guards wanting to tighten
up their defense on their own, figured out new methods. With the wonderful guarding of
Joan Culver, Joan Damon and Marlene Shay as center with Jane Beals, Sondra Black and
Mary Graves with Ellen Ames as substitute for forwards, we struck ahead in our last three
games. Other substitutes were Nancy Outhuse, Sylvia Nye, Nancy Brewer, and Mary
First row, left to right: Herbert Nye, Frank Smith, Gilbert Sears, Bernard Bachand, Ramon
Second row, left to right: Anthony Soltys, Peter Shumway, Eugene Penfield, James Johnson,
The 1950-51 Williamsburg basketball team had its best won and lost season in a
decade, also compiling its third best season in the history of the school. Two new
scoring marks were set when the team scored a total of 481 points in twelve games
for a game average of 40.1. After losing the first two games the team clicked for six
straight victories. After a heartbreaking loss to an inspired Clarke school team, two more
wins were annexed before a loss to Huntington. Coach Earl Tonet deserves the credit
for the team's fine showing as he spent most of his extra time teaching the team the
fundamentals and teamwork, and fired the team with spirit which has long been lacking.
Here are the scores of the games plus individual scoring records.
32 Sanderson Academy
41 Colebrook Academy (NH)
48 Clarke School
38 Williston Academy (JV)
25 New Salem Academy
31 Sanderson Academy
47 Clarke School
46 Williston Academy (JV)
22 New Salem Academy
Gilbert Sears 11
Ramon Sears 12
Herbert Nye 12
Frank Smith 11
Bernard Bachand 12
Eugene Penfield 12
James Johnson 4
John Dymerski 1
Peter Shumway 2
Walter Kellogg 2
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
CLASS OF 1950
Donald Baldwin — In the U. S. Army.
Lucy Barnas — Employed by Spalding
Factory in Chicopee.
Joyce Colson — Married.
Anne Gates — Employed by Healy's
Reta Ice — Married.
Marion Johnson — A Wac in the U. S.
Robert Liimatainen — Working at home.
Shirley Magdalenski — -Telephone Co.
Warren McAvoy — Working at Rhoades'
Robert McCord — Attending Business
School in Springfield.
Earl Richardson — Employed by Berk-
shire Etching Company in Williams-
Joyce Morin — Employed by Pro-phy-
lac-tic Brush Company in Northamp-
Philip Morin — In the U. S. Navy.
Elaine Outhuse — Student at Vesper
George Art School in Boston.
Anne Sabo — Student at Bates College
Anna Mae Sincage — Telephone Co.
Robert Sharpe — Employed by the All
Wood Products Company.
Allen Warner — Student at the Univer-
sity of Massachusetts.
Charles Warner— In the U. S. Navy.
Henry Warner — In the U. S. Navy.
OFFICERS OF THE
President — Ruth Beebe Emrick 1942
Vice-President — Lula Bisbee Smith 1915
Secretary — Gordon Nash 1930
Treasurer — Richard Watling 1935
Executive Committee for two vears:
Barbara Bisbee Swanda 1929, Hazel
Hathaway Culver 1927, Cathrine Otis
Merritt 1931, Jean Everett Hemenway
1940, Thomas Cooqan 1938.
Executive Committee for one year:
Margaret Trainor 1923, Marjorie
Page McKusick 1913, Hazel Damon
Warner 1915, Richard Culver 1941,
Wendell Pittsinaer 1937.
MARRIAGES DURING '50-'51
Leland Bates '48
to Margerite LeDuc
Frank Soltys '39
to Mary Rivet
to Ruth Bowker
to Joyce Colson
to Marilyn Williams
to Mildred Heath
to Helen Sylvester
to Elsie Foster
to Reta Ice
to Rita Kulash
to Elizabeth Brooks
to Shirley Shumway
to David Nuttleman
Daughter to Marjorie Damon Thorns
Daughter to June Demerski Tiley
and Howard Tiley
Daughter to Harry Warner
Son to June Bowker Newell
and Robert Newell
Daughter to Mary Bowker Connell
Son to Roberta Colburn Caldwell
Son to Marion Culver Atkins
Daughter to Esther Mollison Korowski
Son and Daughter to Rita Lupien Miller
Son to Dorothy Stimson Harry '42
and Donald Harry '44
Daughter to Richard Culver '41
Daughter to Catherine Vining Doyle '35
Son to Richard Ames '38
Son to Pamela Ingellis Wilson '48
Daughter to Nancy Sheehan Walt '34
Daughter to George Judd '33
Son to Norma Nietsche Brown '39
Son to Harriet Ice Linscott '47
Son to Lorraine Jones Himme'man '45
Son to Florence Packard Eldred '40
Daughter to Reta Ice Bates '50
Son to Frank Soltys '39
Elinor Warner Kellogg
Edward C. Foster
THE WILLIAMS HOUSE
FINE FOOD — CHOICE BEVERAGES
SANDWICHES — SNACKS
PARTIES and BANQUETS
Dancing Nightly, with Orchestra and Song
on Friday and Saturday Nights
THE WILLIAMS HOUSE
Phone Williamsburg 511 and 4191
Robeson and Hester Bailey
DANIEL O'CONNELL BUICK, Inc.
MORE CLEARLY THAN EVER
Telephone 456 - 752
139 King Street
FROM THE CLASS OF
TO THE CLASS OF
JOHN G. MONGEAU
346 King St. Tel. 2204-W
W. LEROY CHILSON
Furniture Covering and Upholstery Supplies
Awning — Venetian Blinds — Combination Storm Windows and Screens
Furniture Upholstering — Window Shades
Automobile Plate and Safety Glass — Truck Coverings and Canvas Goods
Slip Covers — Cushions — Auto Tops and Upholstering
34 Center Street Northampton
THE CLASS OF '52
THE LOG CABIN
JAMES L. RICKARD
Route 9 on Berkshire Trail
Goshen, Massachu. r
RADIO and APPLIANCES
Parsons Electric Shop
28 Center Street
PACKARD - NORTHAMPTON, Inc.
Foreign-Made Cars on Display Now
141 King Street Northampton, Mass.
HAYDENVILLE BUTTON COMPANY
PEARL BUTTONS AND NOVELTIES
HAYDENVILLE SAVINGS BANK
— Deposits are insured for the FULL AMOUNT under the laws
of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts.
— • Deposits draw interest from the fifteenth day of each month,
the rate being 2/2 per cent.
Monday through Friday — 9 A. M. to 3 P. M.
Friday Evenings — 6 to 8
PETE'S BARBER SHOP
MEATS - GROCERIES - DRY GOODS
GAS <S ELECTRIC APPLIANCES
SHOES - BOTTLED GAS
Phone 294 Williamsburg
C. K. HATHAWAY
Ice Cream — Candy — Cigars
Tel. 4351 Williamsburg
ON VILLAGE HILL
GILBERT, DOROTHY and PETER CRONE
R. A. MacLEOD NURSERY
LANDSCAPING AND TREE SERVICE
Telephone 211 Old Goshen Road
ALLWOOD PRODUCTS CO.
EVAN'S SHOE REPAIR
SILAS SNOW FARM
BERKSHIRE ETCHING CORPORATION
MANUFACTURERS OF NAMEPLATES
The Paint People
82 King Street Northampton, Mass.
E. C. ADDIS & CO.
PLUMBING — HEATING
Electrical Supplies — ■ Pittsburg Paints
Hardware and Varnishes
42-46 Maple Street Florence, Mass.
5 & 10 STORE
81 Main St. Florence
SCRAP IRON and METALS
USED AUTO PARTS
S. R. Shermata King St.
MURDUFF'S JEWELRY STORE
EDWARD J. MURPHY, Prop.
139 Main Street Florence, Mass.
Diamonds — Watches — Jewelry
PRESCRIPTION DRUG STORE
JOHN F. MORIARTY, Reg. Pharmacist
Auto Accessories — Radios — Tools
Appliances — Sporting Goods — Toys
32 Main St.
J. W. PARSONS <& SON, Inc.
REFRIGERATION SPRAYERS TRACTORS
FARM MACHINES and SUPPLIES
Tel. 2885 75 North King Street
WIGGIN'S CANDY KITCHEN
Herman A. Cohen Phone 1426
THE FAIR STORE
WOMEN'S - MEN'S and CHILDREN'S
WEAR — SHOES
27-29 Pleasant Street Northampton
JEWELERS — ENGRAVERS
LOVING CUPS — TROPHIES
PAINTS — WALLPAPER — GLASS
PIERCE'S PAINT STORE
196 Main St. Northampton
Congratulations to the Graduates
FINES ARMY NAVY STORE
37 Main St. Northampton
THE CLASS OF # 54
Class of '41
FURNITURE STORES, Inc.
Northampton's Largest and Most Beautiful Furniture Store
15 Bridge Street Northampton
CLEANERS and TAILORS
Suits Made to Order
$47.50 and Up
For the young fellow who graduates this
year we have everything that he needs
for this important occasion.
MERRITT CLARK & CO.
PAINT & PAPER STORE
157 Main Street Northampton
Congratulations and continual success in
the future. This is the wish of the leading
men's and boys' wearing apparel store
Westinghouse and Norge Refrigerators
York Boiler Burner Units
Oil Burners & Service
14 Center St., Northampton Tel. 2123-R
POTATO CHIP CO., Inc.
NORMA LEE CANDIES
92 King St. Tel. 771 Northampton
HATHAWAY & CULVER
Tel. 219 Williamsburg, Mass.
TREMBLAY DRUG CO.
THE REXALL STORE
M. L. SENDER, Ph.G., Reg. Ph., Prop.
131 Main Street
90 Maple St.
Men's and Boys' Clothing
Furnishings — Footwear
CARL'S APPAREL SHOP
11 No. Maple St. Florence
Stop at The
For Tasty Pastry
82 Maple Street Florence
165 Main Street Northampton
76 Maple St. Florence
Get Our Prices on Everything You Need
Tel. Williamsburg 271 and Chesterfield 2145
JONES THE FLORIST
TEL. 4331 - 4333
A GOOD PLACE TO EAT
ICE CREAM and BEVERAGES
Berkshire Trail Haydenville
A. L. BEEBE, Prop.
BEAVER BROOK POULTRY
W. E. KELLOGG <£ SON
DAIRY and POULTRY PRODUCTS
Tel. 3631 Williamsburg
WAR BONDS and STAMPS
COMPLETE TREE AND LANDSCAPING
BALTZER TREE SERVICE
261 King Street Northampton, Mass.
MORIN'S BARBER SHOP
J. R. MANSFIELD & SON
South Main Street Haydenville
j. f. McAllister
Gasolines — Motor Oil — Tires
CHUCK'S RADIO SHOP
Batteries — Accessories
Route 9 Haydenville
SOCONY SERVICE STATION
O'BRIEN'S PAINT SHOP
Best Wishes to
CLASS OF '51
WILLIAMSBURG FUEL <& ICE COMPANY
THE CEDAR CHEST
177 Main St. Northampton
Compliments and Best Wishes to the
CLASS OF 1951
T. V. - RADIOS and APPLIANCES
180 Main Street Tel. 380G
MARIE'S GOSHEN INN
GEORGE D. JUDD
WALLS — TERRACES — WALKS
Goshen, Mass. Tel. Williamsburg 4893
PLEASANT TIME SHOP
Watches Rings Diamonds
EXPERT WATCH REPAIRING
165 Main Street
Congratulations to the Graduating Class of 1951
FOSTER FARRAR COMPANY
YOUR HARDWARE STORE
162 Main Street
THE WHALE INN
The whale he swam around the ocean
And landed Jonah up in Goshen
THE BEE HIVE STORE
SHOES — CLOTHING — FURNISHINGS
29 Main Street
W. N. POTTER
GRAIN STORES, Inc.
Northampton, Mass. Tel. 228
COSIMO SERIO, Reg. Phar.
63 State Street Noithampton, Mass.
CLEANERS and DYERS
56 Ma'ket Street Northampton, Mass.
CAR WASHING — S&H GREEN STAMPS
LUBRICATION — AUTO REPAIRS
Phone 576 Williamsburg
THE LUNCH BOX
THE HAYDENVILLE CO.
SUNSHINE FEED STORE
King Street Northampton
"A Wayne Feed for Every Need"
R. WATLING. Prop
MEATS — GROCERIES
HICKEY'S ICE CREAM BAR
Cigarettes — Magazines
Cigars — Newspapers
Swift's Ice Cream
Bridge Street Haydenville
WOOD & STRAND
All Kinds of
ROUGH and FINISHED LUMBER
LATHE DOWELS BANDSAWING
Goshen Tel. Williamsburg 4073
FRANCIS DRESSER, JR.
EXPERT RADIO REPAIR
Goshen, Mass. Tel. Williamsburg 4895
WM. BAKER & SON
Service — Courtesy — Satisfaction
Telephone 2341 Chesterfield
H. D. STANTON
West Chesterfield Telephone 2523
S. A. HEALY AND SONS
TRUCKING and EXCAVATING
GO TO BRANDLE'S FIRST
To Save Time and Trouble for Your
Main Street Northampton
C. F. JENKINS
ICE CREAM — STATIONERY
GREETING CARDS — MEDICINES
TWIN CEDAR NURSERY
EVERGREENS — PERENNIALS
PHOTO BY JONES
For Expert Photographic Work ]
Call Williamsburg 543
E. I. GLARE & SON
NEW ENGLAND'S OLDEST
150-154 Main Street Northampton
HERBS and ANNUALS
For Rock Garden and Border
VILLAGE HILL NURSERY
Quality Cleaning — Dyeing
Weekly Pickup — Delivery Service
4 Main Street Williamsburg
G. J. MORRISON
163 Main — Opposite McCallum's
NORTHAMPTON COMMERCIAL COLLEGE
In a period of national emergency the well-trained can be of
greatest service to our country.
To make it possible for young men and women to complete their
education sooner, we are offering an accelerated program which will
allow one-half semester's work to be completed during the
Seniors may register for either the July or September Terms.
Printing Co*, Inc.
Rear 20 Arnold St.
HELEN J. TODD
HELEN TODD'S FABRIC MART
Phone 418 16 Crafts Avenue
MACDONALD'S SHOE SHOP
State Street Northampton
185 Main Street Northampton
DR. O. T. DEWHURST
TER - CAN - GA - KNOLL
201 Main Street Northampton, Mass.
HAMPSHIRE MOTOR SALES
SALES — SERVICE
286 King Street Northampton, Mass.
R. E. CHAPMAN CO.
ARTESIAN and GRAVEL PACKED WELLS
Telephone Amherst 92-W Edwin E. Wolfe
HARDWARE SUPPLY CO.,
Northampton Tel. 4250
ACME AUTO BODY
220 King Street Northampton, Mass.
PARKER and SON
PLANTS and FLOWERS
Blacks — Blacks and Tans
Irene and Tom Breen
Is Thrift Day
A. & P.
SONTAG SUNOCO STATION
SUNOCO GAS — OIL — TIRES
South Main Williamsburg
R. F. BURKE
W. E. & W. O. McAVOY
FLORENCE AUTO CLINIC
Growers of Gladiolus of Distinction
PRACTICAL AUTOMOBILE REPAIRING
The Number One Flower of the Age
QUALITY USED CARS
Corms and Cut Flowers in Season
E. Filkins F. A. Bouley
98 South Street Williamsburg, Mass.
Tel. 428 Florence
Tel. 4663 We Deliver
161 Main St. Phone 715
Best Wishes From
AMERICAN INTERNATIONAL COLLEGE
"The College Which Serves the Connecticut Valley"
American International College is a co-educational, non-
sectarian liberal arts and business administration college
founded in 1885. It is a member of the New England Association
of Colleges and Secondary Schools, and recognized by the
American Council on Education and the American Medical
Association. It is also registered by the Board of Regents of
the University of the State of New York.
Extensive Divisions of AIC are located in Bermuda and the
Azores. These resident branches were established in 1950.
The College also operates a Summer Division, which begins
the last week in June and continues for eight weeks. High
School graduates with college entrance deficiencies may make
them up at this special session.
F. N. GRAVES & SONS, Inc.
THE RED MILL
Nancy <S Ludger's Home Atmosphere
HOME COOKED FOODS
Open Daily 12 Noon — 12 Midnight
Monday 6 P. M. — 12 Midnight
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